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This poem was written by a terminally 
ill young girl in a New York Hospital. 
It was sent in by a doctor - 


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Time is short
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Have you ever watched kids 
On a merry-go-round? 
Or listened to the rain 

Slapping on the ground? 
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic 
flight? Or gazed at the sun into 
the fading night? 

You better slow down. 
Don't dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won't last. 
Do you run through each day 
On the fly? 

When you ask How are you? 
Do you hear the reply? 


When the day is done 
Do you lie in your bed 
With the next hundred chores 
Running through your head? 
You'd better slow down 
Don't dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won't last. 

Ever told your child, 
We'll do it tomorrow? 
And in your haste, 
Not see his sorrow? 

Ever lost touch, 
Let a good friendship die 
Cause you never had time 
To call and say hi 
You'd better slow down. 
Don't dance so fast. 
Time is short. 
The music won't last. 
When you run so fast to get somewhere 
You miss half the fun of getting there. 

When you worry and hurry through your 
day, It is like an unopened 
gift.... 
Thrown away. 

Life is not a race. 
Do take it slower 
Hear the music 
Before the song is over. 

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